All Chapters of the mafia's little bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The small chapel was adorned with modest white roses, their soft fragrance filling the air. Bella Russo stood at the altar, her fingers clutching a bouquet that felt heavier than it should.Her wedding gown was a vision of understated elegance, its ivory lace shimmering faintly in the dim light. The fitted bodice highlighted her slender frame, while the flowing skirt and delicate veil gave her an ethereal appearance. She looked like a bride from a fairytale, but nothing about this day felt magical.Dominic Moretti stood beside her, towering and silent. His tailored black suit hugged his broad shoulders, and his sharp features betrayed no emotion. He hadn’t said a single word since arriving, yet his mere presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room.On one side of the aisle sat Bella’s father and sister, their faces heavy with guilt and sadness. On the other, Dominic’s family radiated power and cold detachment. The contrast was stark, and Bella felt like an outsider in her

The late morning sun illuminated the Moretti estate, he remembered the quiet breakfast he had with Bella, he went out of the estate but some thoughts didn't leave his head. Dominic was far from the peaceful serenity of his home. He sat in the backseat of a sleek black car, his demeanor cold and calculating as the vehicle sped toward the warehouse on the outskirts of the city.In the underworld, Dominic Luciano Moretti was more than just a name. He was a force of nature, a man whose reputation for efficiency, ruthlessness, and unshakable control had cemented his place at the top of the mafia hierarchy. This morning was no exception there was business to handle, and loose ends to tie up.The car pulled up to a nondescript industrial building. The surrounding area was desolate, the kind of place no one would think twice about avoiding. Dominic stepped out of the car, his presence commanding even in silence. His men, clad in dark suits, fell into formation around him as they entered the b

Bella closed the door to her room softly, her heart still racing from the tension downstairs. She leaned against it, exhaling deeply. The cold, unreadable look in Dominic's eyes when he caught her sneaking out lingered in her mind. She couldn’t tell if he believed her excuse or if he simply chose not to press her further.Crossing the room, she picked up her phone from the bedside table. Her father’s earlier message flashed on the screen: “come eat with us if you can, we'll wait for you, I Hope you are managing?.” Bella frowned, her fingers hesitating over the keyboard. She knew what he was trying to say, but sneaking out for something so simple had caused more trouble than she expected.She typed quickly, her thumbs flying over the screen. “I can’t come out to eat with you again. It’s too risky, also I'm fine .” she felt sad because she really missed her family even though it hasn't even been up to a week since she came here.The message was short, but the weight of it pressed on her

Angelo approached Bella, who was still standing in the same spot, her hand trembling slightly from the encounter.“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.Bella nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m fine,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly.He hesitated for a moment, his sharp eyes studying her. “You handled that well,” he said finally.Bella managed a small smile. “Thanks, I guess.”Angelo nodded, his usual stoicism returning as he stepped back. “Let’s finish up here. Dominic won’t want you out for too long.”Bella didn’t argue. She collected her purchases and allowed Angelo to escort her back to the car. As they drove back to the mansion, she couldn’t help but replay the incident in her mind. For the first time in a long time, she’d stood up for herself, and it felt strangely empowering.What she didn’t realize was how much of an impression it had left on Angelo and how Dominic would react when he heard about it.The ride back to the

Bella sat on her bed, her heart racing as the events of the evening replayed in her mind. The terrifying look in Dominic’s eyes when he faced the intruder, the brutal way he handled the situation, and finally, his cryptic accusations about her father. None of it made sense. Her father wasn’t involved in anything shady—at least, she was sure he wasn’t.But Dominic’s words echoed in her mind. “Your father’s actions have put a target on your back.”Pushing her growing fear aside, Bella stood abruptly. She couldn’t let this go unanswered. She needed to know what Dominic meant. Steeling herself, she hurried downstairs, searching for him.She found him in his study, seated at the large mahogany desk with a drink in his hand. His sharp features were partially obscured by shadows, but his piercing gaze immediately locked onto her as she entered.“Dominic,” Bella began, her voice firmer than she expected, “what did you mean about my father’s actions? What’s going on?”Dominic set his glass dow